The fog has not yet dissipated.

The roads that were sparsely populated in the past are now filled with carriages and people, and a sense of panic is in the air.

Carl's convoy was also among them.

When Carl arrived at the manor outside the city, Sibel had already packed his things and arranged four carriages.

Catherine, the wife of mentor Adolf, sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked at the city of Signo behind her with a worried look on her face.

Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, no less than Lady Anne's, but it was unknown to outsiders.

At that time, Adolf was immersed in the knowledge of witchcraft, and because of Catherine's beauty, he married her despite the age difference between them. Unfortunately, they did not have a child after many years of marriage.

“Karl!”

Xibeier put on a knight's uniform, which was rare, showing off his beautiful figure, and rode his horse to him:

"You came out just in time. I was just thinking about how to get into the city to inform you. Are they your...friends?"

She blinked and looked at Kingsley and Eweni with curiosity.

It was normal for a noble to have several people of the opposite sex around him, but she knew that her junior brother Carl was not married yet.

Could it be a lover?

Sisters and lovers, the junior brother is really good at playing!

"My cousin."

Carl briefly introduced his cousin Kingsley and cousin Ewennie:

"The city is too chaotic. They left with us and will come down when we get to a safe place."

"Let's go to Mutan City." Kingsley said, "My mother has a sister who lives there. Miss Sibel, I'm sorry to bother you on the way."

She is a wanton woman, but not stupid.

He knew very well who to rely on in the next period of time, and he was very polite when speaking at this time.

Ivni didn't say anything, her eyes still filled with worry about her father and confusion about the future.

She had never left Signo City and had no idea what to do next.

"No trouble."

Xibeier smiled and said, "We are all heading in the same direction. We just need to adjust the route a little bit."

"The Cologne people are coming!"

"Run away!"

“…”

There were loud shouts coming from behind, and the convoys and pedestrians on the road panicked and sped up.

The already crowded road was suddenly in chaos.

"Don't panic."

Xibel frowned: "Old Harry, stabilize the convoy."

"Yes, miss." White-haired old Harry reached out and grabbed the reins to steady the leading carriage.

Although he was old and worked as a gardener in the manor, he was an experienced knight, otherwise he would not have been hired by Adolf.

Under his control, the convoy moved to the edge of the road in an orderly manner.

"Miss."

Looking back a few times, Old Harry whispered:

"Someone is deliberately causing trouble, and there are no pursuers behind."

"oh!"

Xibel blinked his eyes:

"Why?"

"I guess he wants to take advantage of the chaos to gain some benefits." Carl said:

"Signo City is not on the front line, and there are not many Cologne soldiers coming. Even if they occupy the city, it will be difficult for them to have the energy to hunt us down."

“Yes.” Old Harry looked at Karl in surprise, as if he didn’t expect him to have such a keen insight:

"Master Karl is right."

"Then don't worry about it." Xibeier looked relaxed:

"Just don't provoke us."

Her words were obviously premature.

As they moved away from the city of Signo, the "refugees" on the road went in different directions, and the number of people traveling together gradually became scarce.

"careful!"

Carl suddenly spoke, drew his sword from its sheath, and swung it lightly.

"bite……"

He knocked an arrow away.

There was not just one arrow coming at us, but a rain of arrows that covered the entire convoy.

“Get out of the way!”

Old Harry's eyes were wide open. He rode his horse and waved his sword to block the arrows, directing the others to hide behind the carriage.

Several women looked terrified and retreated back into the carriage.

"drive!"

“Go!”

A group of people rushed out from the dense forest not far away, some on horseback and some on foot. They all had fierce looks in their eyes and looked vicious and cruel.

"Kill all the men, capture the women alive, and take away all the valuables!"

One of them held a machete and roared loudly: "Brothers, follow me!"

"What a coincidence, are they really targeting us?" Xibel blinked and looked at the robbers with different clothes and weapons with curiosity on his face:

"Is this what we call a robber?"

"Yes." Old Harry nodded, "Our team doesn't have many guards, but the carriages carry a lot of stuff, so it's not surprising that we were targeted."

"Miss, please be careful."

"Got it." Xibel waved his hand, took out a thin stick about a foot long, and rode his horse to meet them.

Harry and Carl had no intention of stepping forward to help.

This scene not only stunned Kingsley and Ewennie, but also made the robbers who rushed over laugh.

"A girl doll..."

"Are they really deserted?"

"Is that thin wooden stick her weapon? Catch her and let her experience my power!"

A group of people rushed over with laughter, but they didn’t notice that there was no panic on the faces of Karl and others.

On the contrary it is very relaxing.

It's like waiting to watch a show.

"Acid splash!"

Xibel waved the staff in his hand lightly, and the mouth of the porcelain bottle tied around his waist opened, and a ball of liquid flew out of it.

"Bang!"

The liquid disintegrates.

It is obviously a small group, but it becomes very vast after it spreads out.

Countless streams of acid merged into a rain curtain, covering the incoming robbers, an area of ​​dozens of square meters.

"Control the water flow!"

Xibel swung his staff again.

Under her control, the acid rain in the sky suddenly increased in speed and shot towards the person coming like a powerful arrow.

"puff!"

“Puff!”

The acid that can corrode gold and iron falls on the body at a rapid speed and can penetrate the body in an instant.

Not even armor can stop it.

"ah!"

"ah……"

For a while.

The robbers who rushed over screamed in agony, covered their faces and fell to the ground, with white smoke coming out from the corroded areas.

Xibel's expression remained unchanged and he waved his staff again.

Zero Ring Witchcraft - Water Vortex! The acid that landed on the ground did not lose control, but gathered into a vortex, sucking several riders into it.

One of them had a strong breath of life and was actually a knight, and was hit hard by the acid.

Zero-ring witchcraft—poisonous miasma! "Puff!"

As Xibel waved his staff, dark green mist enveloped nearly thirty people in front of him.

"ah!"

“Plop!”

“Plop!”

Amidst the screams, figures fell to the ground one after another, their skin and flesh corroded and riddled with holes.

Even the knight was powerless in front of Sibel and fell to the ground screaming.

"devil!"

"She's a devil!"

"Run away!"

"ah……"

The scene before them made the remaining bandits look terrified, and fear drove them to turn around and flee madly.

“Swish!”

A streak of light emerged.

"puff!"

One of the men's bodies stiffened, a red mark appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Zero Ring Witchcraft - Arcane Missiles! Xibeier galloped on her horse, waving her staff repeatedly, and quickly harvested human figures one after another.

Some people tried to get closer, but they couldn't get close due to the attacks of poison gas, acid and arcane missiles.

In just a short moment, all the robbers who rushed over were killed and turned into silent corpses on the ground.

“Oh…”

Xibel gently pulled the reins and signaled to Old Harry, "Clean up and take away all the valuables. I'll be careful not to damage their armor."

"yes."

Old Harry responded respectfully, calling upon his fearful servants to collect the spoils from the field.

"Senior sister." Karl exclaimed: "So amazing!"

"As a mid-level wizard apprentice, this is how I deal with ordinary people." Sibel said without being modest.

"I wasted some acid, I wonder if I can make up for it?"

The acid used for acid splashing is a witchcraft material made by special methods and is very valuable.

That's why its power is so terrifying.

Dozens of people! Among them was a knight.

Even a great knight would have to fight for a while, but he couldn't hold out for long in front of Sibel.

No one escaped!

A truly mid-level wizard apprentice with a real heritage, his methods are truly powerful, and he is not afraid even when facing a great knight.

Unless it is something like the Spear of Thunder.

In comparison.

Carl is much inferior.

Although he was also a mid-level wizard apprentice, the witchcraft he learned was too diverse, resulting in insufficient power. He could barely deal with the knights, and was not good enough in front of the great knight.

"Karl..." Kingsley's face turned pale. He glanced at Sibel and then turned back quickly: "Miss Sibel, what's going on?"

Ivini curled up even more.

The scene just now not only frightened the robber, but also shocked the two of them so much that they felt cold all over.

Those who were killed by acid splashes and poison gas died in a miserable way, with their faces almost unrecognizable and no trace of their bodies left.

It is only natural that such a method is called devilish.

"My senior sister is a wizard apprentice."

Carl slowed down his voice:

"Don't be afraid. Senior Sister is a good person. You can treat her as a knight with mysterious powers."

"Wizard apprentice?" Ivini blinked:

"Cousin Carl, you too?"

Since he calls her senior sister, it is natural that Carl should know what Sibel knows.

"yes."

Carl nodded:

"But I have just come into contact with the world of wizards. I don't know much about witchcraft. I am not as good as my senior sister. I only know a few tricks that can't hurt people."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers lightly.

“Bang!”

A soft light appeared in front of the two of them.

Light magic! The halo illuminated the carriage, and the two women's frightened emotions slowly calmed down. Ivinnie was even more curious.

"That's amazing, can I learn from you?"

"This..." Carl shook his head: "People with wizard talent are very rare. If you want to learn, you can test your talent."

Eweni has no wizarding talent, and the same is true for Kingsley.

This is normal.

Among the children born in a city over several years, there are often only one or two with wizarding talent, which is a pitifully small proportion.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the convoy set off again. This time, no one would worry about safety on the road.

With a strong man like Xibel in charge, what do they have to be afraid of?

…………

midnight.

Old Harry found a suitable place to rest.

A group of people lit a bonfire and sat cross-legged. Xibel seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

“Pu la la…”

Under the night.

A white dove fell from the sky, landed in her hand, and then its body shook and turned into a piece of paper.

Message pigeon!

A sorcerous means of delivering messages over long distances.

Carl looked over curiously and saw that Sibel had a frown on his face and a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Senior sister."

He stood up and approached: "What's wrong?"

"Tim sent me a message saying that a child in my mentor's family has a wizard talent and asked me to take him to the Black Swamp." Sibel said, "The child is in Mutan City, in the same place as your two cousins."

"No trouble." Karl said:

"It's on the way, too."

"That's not the question." Sibel shook his head:

"I wrote to my mentor and told him about the situation in Signo City. The manor could not be sold, and many things had to be discarded."

"According to the instructor's character, he shouldn't leave everything to Tim without saying anything."

"strangeness……"

She was puzzled, but she had no choice but to put the letter away and replan her route.

* * * “Puff!”

Hot water flows into the teapot, and thick white smoke comes out, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Come."

Anslot, a white-robed and white-haired intermediate wizard apprentice, gestured with his hand: "This is a drink brought by a wandering merchant from the far east. It has a special flavor. Try it."

"Um."

Tim sat opposite, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then shook his head and said, "This light drink is more suitable for the nobles in the royal city. People like us who are below us usually have a heavier taste."

"Really?" Anslot smiled.

"It seems that you have made up your mind."

"..." Tim took a deep breath and said:

"I am already quite old. If I don't have sufficient resources, I may not be able to become a high-level wizard apprentice in this lifetime."

"Even if I can succeed, there's no hope of becoming a formal wizard!"

"Only by inheriting my mentor's legacy can I have enough resources to try to reach the wizard realm."

"Yes." Anslot nodded: "One step slow, every step slow."

"The glory of our gods is too great, obscuring the wisdom of wizards. Who can become a formal wizard without a unique experience?"

He raised his voice and said, "According to the records in the Wizard Book, as long as a third-ring wizard is born in a place, a star gate can be built to connect to the real wizard world. The gray-robed wizard is already a second-ring wizard, so it is not impossible for him to become a third-ring wizard."

"Whether it's becoming a three-ring wizard or unearthing the secrets deep within the Black Swamp, we all have a chance to leave here!"

"certainly……"

"The prerequisite is to become a formal wizard!"

Officially a wizard!

These few words made Tim's breathing quicken, his hands clenched, and his eyes filled with strong desire.

If he became an official wizard and Black Swamp had a star gate, it might not be impossible for him to become a second-ring or even third-ring wizard in the future.

"I envy you so much."

Anslot sighed:

"Your mentor has made great contributions to the Swamp Camp. As his successor, you don't need to worry about exploring the Black Swamp for six years. You can concentrate on your training. By then, you will definitely be a senior wizard apprentice."

"It's too early to talk about this now." Tim shook his head: "I have another junior sister, um..."

"There is another junior fellow apprentice!"

Over the decades, many people have learned witchcraft from Adolf, but not many can truly be called mentors.

Theoretically, only he and Sibel have the right of inheritance, and now Carl has to be added as well.

"Twenty magic stones, the price of a high-quality magic item, can help you solve this problem."

Anslot said, "I know the contact of the Shadow Hand. Some of them are specially used to deal with wizard apprentices."

"Twenty magic stones..." Tim's cheek muscles trembled: "Too expensive."

"Not expensive, not expensive at all." Anslot said:

"Adolf's legacy is probably more than 200 magic stones, and you only need to pay less than one-tenth of the price."

Tim still shook his head.

"Then..." Anslot frowned, "Eighteen magic stones. It can't be any cheaper. Otherwise, you have to find another way."

"Only two magic stones cheaper?" Tim looked unhappy. Seeing the other party's stern face and no room for doubt, he sighed helplessly:

"good!"

"Eighteen is eighteen, but my mistress must not be harmed. She must reach the Black Swamp safely."

"Deal!" Anslott smiled. "I didn't expect you to be so filial. In fact, we can just find another place to accommodate Adolf's wife."

"She's old, and it's not convenient for her to live in Black Swamp."

"Ahem..." Tim blushed slightly: "My master's wife is not very old."

"Hmm?" Anslot was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and laughed:

"Understood, understood!"

"I just didn't expect that Adolf, at his age, would have a young wife."

…………

The wheels are rumbling.

Inside the car.

Xibel held the book in his hands and read it carefully, sometimes frowning in confusion, sometimes with a look of enlightenment, obviously he was immersed in it.

a long time,

She put down the book in her hand and sighed:

"The path of a bloodline wizard is truly complex and mysterious, involving many specialized disciplines such as biological anatomy and bloodline genetics."

“Carl.”

"Maintaining a strong curiosity is a quality a wizard should have, but you also have to understand one thing."

“A jack of all trades is a master of none.”

Hibel said:

"You should focus on practicing meditation and witchcraft now, and not be distracted by unnecessary things."

"Pharmacy, refining magic items, and this blood transformation are all subjects worth spending a lifetime to study. You can't learn much in a short period of time."

She obviously felt that Karl was a little too distracted.

"That's right, Senior Sister." Karl nodded. "When the Inspection Office searched Robert's manor, I found these books in his study, so I brought them out to have a look."

“It’s also a great experience!”

"Yeah." Xibel smiled.

"Thank you very much for sharing your knowledge with me. These books can offset the gold coins you owe me."

"If you have any ideas, please share them..."

“It’s free!”

She found that Carl was not outstanding in witchcraft practice, but he often had wonderful ideas in various miscellaneous subjects.

This is thanks to the more than ten years of learning experience in the previous life. Although I am not proficient in all of them, I have covered a variety of subjects.

Some knowledge is common.

For example, anatomy...

"The foundation of bloodline wizards is transfiguration and solidification. Robert also makes money from this wizardry."

Xibel licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling. "If I can learn these two kinds of witchcraft, I believe I will become a guest of honor for many noble ladies in Signo City."

She seemed to have forgotten that she had just said not to be distracted.

"Ladies?" Carl was stunned: "What's the use of them?"

"Of course it helps." Sibel rolled his eyes. "Women's anxiety about their looks and body shape is no less than men's concern about those aspects."

Carl suddenly realized.

Breast augmentation!

Thin waist!

Slimming!

…

If you think about the beauty craze in previous lives, you will understand the business opportunities it contains.

I don’t know if Robert is doing business in this area, but even if he is, he probably wouldn’t dare to do it openly.

After all, there are differences between men and women.

"Low-level transmutation cannot truly change the body. It is only a temporary or partial transformation. There is a certain chance of rebound or even damage to the body."

Carl said, "True transformation is to completely change a person's body from the inside out, from the depths of the blood."

"And thus give people the ability to transform into other creatures."

"Hmm." Sibel lowered his chin.

"There are many records in wizard books that wizards can transform into eagles to fly in the sky, transform into whales to enjoy the sea, and even transform into legendary ancient creatures to confront gods head-on."

"pity……"

She shook her head slightly, looking regretful.

There is no point in turning into a goshawk or a whale. It may even lead to a shortened lifespan and a sharp decrease in strength.

And if one wants to become a legendary creature, one needs to analyze that creature, which is even more impossible.

Carl was thoughtful.

Transforming into other creatures falls within the realm of formal wizardry, and what an apprentice needs to do is start from the very beginning.

Adapt to other bloodlines! Generally speaking, it is necessary to find a part of a supernatural life, eliminate the rejection reaction, and transplant it to the practitioner, slowly allowing the body to possess the ability of supernatural life.

Or create something, like Heart of Stone.

Carl didn't have the method to refine the Heart of Stone, but he had a 'part' of a supernatural life.

That gem!

After experimental analysis, it was found that the precious orb left behind by Mrs. Anne after her death was actually the eyeball of some special spider.

It even has a hint of activity, which meets the requirements for bloodline wizard training.

It’s a long journey.

The large number of people in the convoy made it difficult to speed up, and it would take at least more than a month to reach Mutan City.

During this period, it was not convenient for Carl to enter the fragment of the divine domain, and he spent most of his time practicing meditation and breathing techniques in the carriage.

Only when resting at night would they take the opportunity to go to the free port to trade and exchange some supplies.

Flash.

More than a month has passed.

The city of Mutan was already vaguely visible, and Carl successfully integrated the spider's eye into his arm.

Transplantation! The key to this wizardry is to adapt to other bloodlines.

After all, they are of different types and structures, so the body will have an instinctive rejection reaction, and it is impossible for them to merge with each other without the participation of special forces.

"The transplantation of the blood wizard is similar to the integration of the seal, which saves a lot of effort."

Carl murmured and gently raised his left arm.

On the inside of his left forearm, there is an extra white bead, which is actually the spider's eyeball.

Look closely.

The eyeballs were still moving, which looked a bit weird and creepy.

"By transplanting an organ from another organism, one can strengthen oneself or acquire abilities that one did not originally have."

"The next step is to replace the internal organs..."

"at last!"

Carl holds his hand with one hand:

"Full body transformation, from the inside out, into another form."

The eye transplanted to his arm, which had almost lost its vitality, was now nourished by Carl's vitality and regained its vitality.

And its effect...

Acute perception!

"Or maybe, Spider-Sense?"

Please add to collection! (End of this chapter)